Linda and Traci were there.
There was no backdoor in the kitchen, but Traci had wedged the window over the sink open.
Rainy wants to chew your ass out for dragging Traci into this, and then I'll chew your ass out for being so fucking stupid.
Linda says you make a killer grilled chicken, Traci called from the kitchen.
Linda sent Rainy to Traci and walked with her to the cafeteria.
I'll wait for Pierre to catch up, she said, joining Traci on the couch.
Texting, Traci led them into the jewelry store.
She smiled, and Traci covered her mouth to keep him from hearing her laugh.
The brunette stood between Traci and Rainy, as if she were trying to broker a peace deal between two warring countries.
An awkward quiet fell, and she sensed Traci was as reserved as she was.